Grind it into dust
End the torment, please
Torch it all to nothing
Observe the ashes in the breeze
Undo all that was done
Take back every word
Obliterate every glace
Forget all we heard
Memories must fade
Yet they seem to refuse
Hearts remaining full of them
Echoes of my muse
And it'll only end in tears
Dear, I'm tired of trying to heal this bruise
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